I couldn’t have known, though in hindsight I did.
Music, conversation, laughter. The celebration, the matrimony, the blessing. Food, wine, decadent desserts. There was not a moment out-of-place, nor a tear shed for less than overwhelming happiness.
There was so much joy and love. It was in our picture hanging high above the revelers. It was in the decorations, livened by the breeze. It was between friends and family. It was in the air, palpable, as vibrant and alive as every budding flower and buzzing bee. It was in my womb.
It was everywhere, but between us.
97 words. Feedback appreciated. Today is the two-year anniversary, antiversary really, of my divorce. Ugh. It sucks beyond measure, but not because of the loss of connection between husband and wife.
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in! Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count.
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